The other day my weird and wonderful friend Sophie suggested I should write a post about which shoe I’d marry. Got me thinking… Like with men you can only realistically consider the ones you have access to (= the closet). Also 'marrying material' surely needs to have different characteristics than 'lover material' and while a lover may be handsome and impractical, wonderful for the occasion, but probably not compatible for every-day living, a husband, i.e. the shoe I want to marry, needs to have it all: endurance, elegance, timelessness, reliability – and most of all he, sorry it, mustn't hurt. And while there is a lot of lover material in my wardrobe (gee, this is getting silly, if not embarassing, I'm nearly finished), the shoe I'd want to marry must be my Givenchy boots.
Blame my slightly incoherent writing on rambling through London with Sarah the whole day which brought us face to face with a tube strike (the 'underground' or 'subway' for the non-British), collapsing from exhaustion in Topshop, being styled and photographed for the Liberty London Facebook site (I'll post the link as soon as we're up) and having a little chat with Jonathan Saunders who's like the nicest person one could imagine. Gotta catch up on
boots: givenchy, skirt: jean patou vintage, tights: wolford, leather jacket: mango
Thank you, Sarah, for taking my picture.